Hecate Stories Novels & Stories

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft."

Amongst the tests given were; fighting combat, which Hymas excelled at, they were give the opportunity to rule Transylvania for a year, which my dad did best, Transylvanians loved him because he was very friendly, and the last tournament was to go into the New world, observe and study the environment for 4years, and bring the report back to the overlord Everyone had gone their separate ways, into the New world, there my dad met a Mortal being, a dweller of Earth Realm, her name was Katherine, their bond had grew stronger together, she showed my dad many places, they shared their secrets with each other, dad's own was that he was a vampire, and he was sent to the New world for a test, while

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

"Healer Megan, thanks to you, our pack is getting stronger and stronger!" "Did you hear? Princess Bailey from the North Kingdom, who claimed to be a top healer, ended up killing their Alpha King's younger brother!" "Yeah! I also heard that Princess Bailey imported a batch of strange herbs, claiming they could cure all diseases and even strengthen the body. However, she distributed the medicine to the commoners without permission, causing a massive plague. Most of their people are already dead!" "That's truly terrifying." Everyone at the academy was abuzz with these rumors, but none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

“Yes, I had an incident where I spoke with an ancestor while unconscious and learned a bit about the moon goddess.” “That’s interesting. I’d love to hear about that some time. Anyway Runa had walked this earth many many moons ago. She ran into Heka, who would turn out to be the god of magic and medicine of Egypt. Heka and Runa had many children together, well daughters, and they are what is known as the white witches.” Everyone is watching Akila, listening closely. Her story is very interesting and one that hasn’t been told to pack in many years.

Hel, Circe and Finvarra arrived not long after I took my place in the circle. I knew that Hekate, Selene, and Finvarra were the most on edge about Vincent and his increasing presence, which was becoming more blatant with his acts against them and their children. Hekate was the mother of all witches and magick; her witches were now hiding, fearful of being an unwilling sacrifice to him. Selene was watching many of her wolves' lives be taken, and had intervened as best as she could with several of the unaware warriors of the Blue Ridge pack. Finvarra was the Keeper of all the fairies. The forest surrounding the pack was already suffering from a lack of fairy presence. Life was no longer blosso

Hecate and the Moon Howlers were cruel to us… and to all those spirits which were trapped in the limbo. Dalton’s parents! I went on a killing spree, taking warlock after warlock down. I stopped right in front of Hecate once I was done killing her puppets. Lucas came to stand beside me. Hecate was left dumbfounded seeing our primordial forms. We didn’t wait for her to snap out of it and tore her head off her shoulders when she started murmuring something under her breath. We didn’t give her a chance to cast any spells no more.